[open] ``SPEAK UP. 'i can,t hear you.'

[Tuesday Daniels]

im not too proud to end this with a broken smile


tear down these walls and ^{throw it away}

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He knew this was a bad idea right from the start. A very bad, bad, bad idea indeed. Tuesday trembled, gripping Keegan in his arms tighter, his brown eyes darting back and forth for any signs of someone coming near him. He really didn't like coming out of his dorm, unless completely necessary, and he argued that 'food!' was a necessity he needed. Right away. So now he was in the cafeteria, scared practically shitless as he glanced about for any signs of danger.

Looking down at Keegan in his arms, Tuesday stiffened and stood up a bit straighter. Okay. He could do this. He'd just grab a sandwich, an apple and a juice box from the cafeteria ladies. At least they didn't intimidate him. Much. Tuesday guessed it was the dull expressions they continously wore, as if always bored with life in general. He probably wouldn't mind just hanging around and talking with them ladies any time soon.

They weren't as. . . scary as some of the other teens. Now they were downright terrifying. They teased, taunted and tried to take Keegan from Tuesday. He hated that when other kids thought it'd be a hoot to grab Keegan away from him. And by the looks some of the other teens in the cafeteria were shooting him, it looked like wanted some recon. Oh dear. Tuesday quickly gripped Keegan tighter against his chest as he made his way toward the cafeteria ladies serving up food.

The food wasn't as. . . exquisite as some, but at least it was edible. Tuesday smiled, albeit hesitantly, at the ladies as they tossed down an apple and a squishy looking. . . thing on his plate. Gulping down the obvious nausea rising in his throat, Tuesday took his plate and tried desperately to find an empty seat. Far, far, far away from anyone else and from those eyes that looked like they wanted to hang Tuesday up by his ankles as they laugh and toss Keegan in the trashcans nearby.

Shivvering once and adjusting his grip on Keegan, Tuesday finally made it to a pretty secluded area in the cafeteria. Or as secluded as he could, since the eyes still followed him. And that thought led to Tuesday musing about the idea of paranoia in his future. It sounded about right, since he liked to avoid people like they had the plague. Except his brother Christofer, Keegan and sometimes Kara. Nodding at the thought, Tuesday plopped down on the lunch table's seat, plate following after.

He put Keegan in his lap snugly as he looked around curiously and warily. Okay, the other kids seemed to want to go mingle with their 'cliques' and not pester Tuesday about his best friend Keegan. That was good. Turning back to his food, Tuesday picked up the apple and bit into it, immediately smiling brightly at the taste. It wasn't an apple pie, but it was pretty close to it. Nibbling some more on the apple, Tuesday absentmindedly fingered the top of Keegan's ears, tugging on the small ratty things gently.

He finished off his apple in record time and leant forward to glance at the squishy thing in front of him. Was it edible? It didn't look like it. Poking at it with a finger, Tuesday lifted up the slightly soggy bread and blinked. Ham and cheese. How. . . normal actually. Looking down at Keegan, then to the sandwich, Tuesday sighed. "I'd thought it'd be. . . something scary. Like. . . peanut butter and bananas or tuna fish." he spoke simply, glancing down at Keegan with a shrug of his shoulders.

Letting the bread flop back down, Tuesday picked it up and took a small bite of it. Heyyy, this was actually pretty tasty! Blinking and taking another chunk from the sandwich. Looking back over his shoulder, Tuesday frowned at the sight of the other kids laughing at someone else. That wasn't very niceee. Turning back to his food, Tuesday looked down at Keegan. "Those kids aren't very nice at all. . ." He murmured, silently tapping his free hand against the table, as if waiting for Keegan to suddenly answer him.

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go save yourself for someone else ! !

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WORDS ! ![/font][/b] seven hundred even
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[bella cooper astley]

Okay, so maybe it wasn't a good idea. Bella thought to herself as she rocked back and forth in the corner with her bear. She watched a boy with a stuffed animal come into the cafeteria, looking as frightened as she was. Well, right now, she wished that she had her camera to hug. Well, she had her stuffed animal. It made her feel safe, even though she knew it wasn't real. Soon, she'd probably become crazy due to no human contact; and start naming and talking to the bear. And, Of course, today one of the kids decided to be mean, and take her camera and smash it to the floor. That costed so much! And now, it was gone. Just like her heart. That was a bit over-dramatic actually. But, she was so sad, and angry. She didn't know what to do. She only came here to eat, why was everyone so mean.

She sniffled, standing up and wiping her eyes of the unshed tears. She walked over to the lunch line, getting something to eat. She gained a couple of sympathetic smiles from the lunch ladies on the line. All she had left of her camera was the memory card. Damnit. Those people would pay for breaking her camera...when people weren't around, she would get them. She hated being around a million people already. She was on high guard, thinking she was about to have a heart attack. Anything could happen in his crazy place.

She picked out macaroni and cheese, and a water. She wasn't really all that hungry anymore, but this would do for now. She looked around at all the crowded tables, her eyes growing wide. This was too much for her young heart. She quickly walked all the way to the back of the cafeteria, spotting a boy sitting at an empty table. Maybe that wouldn't hurt. She sat at the table, far away from the boy as possible. Which, wasn't that far since the table was small. She thingyed her head to the sighed, studying him. She liked his stuffed animal. It was cool. This boy is pretty cute- i mean cool!

She looked down, stabbing her fork into the food boredly. She looked back up at him and smiled as she watched him eat his food. The food here wasn't that bad after all. It couldn't be bad, anyway. No one here would eat it. Not after all the problems people have here. Take Bella for example; she'd eat anything but food from a cafeteria. But, this food actually looked good. There was no point in starving herself. She hated that she had to leave her cell to get the food, instead of people bringing it to her. She's extremely afraid of crowds; mainly boys. She hugged her own bear to her chest as she thought of it. "Hi." She whispered to the boy quietly. "I like your animal, i have one to." she said, smiling slightly.

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